The sky is not falling….
Is this how you felt when you woke up this morning? Did you lie in bed and try to think of an excuse not to get up? Did you feel your forehead and check to see if you had a fever? Your tummy is not aching and you haven’t broken out in hives from being allergic to your feather pillow? Hey, it’s okay, this is January and we have the right to have the blues.
Now some of us will not to give in to this old wives tale while others will take advantage of it. Misery loves company but I am afraid that if you are looking for someone to commiserate with you, you’ve come to the wrong place. It is not that I am trying to be downright mean to you as you contend with your blahs. I just don’t feel like wasting a whole month because having the January blues has been a tradition for eons. Someone has got to break this cycle so I volunteer to be the grinch even if you end up hating me.
Oh, we had that big build up waiting for Santa and then the ball dropped in Times Square. We were having so much fun eating, drinking and feeling merry while others were trying to feel Mary.
Now comes January and OUCH!! We can blame the turkey for the extra 10 pounds on our hips or the ham that forced us to eat it. Our credit cards have all reached their max and gone into orbit. So here we sit with an icebag on our brow and make a pledge that this will not happen next next year…. but it does and it does and it does…. This is when we lose hope that things will never change so we slump into that dreaded Seasonal Affective Disorder. Maybe next year Santa will bring us all a sunlamp and an extra large bottle of Vitamin D.
We are our own worst enemies but yet, we can be our own best friends. Humor is the best medicine. You don’t need an Rx number to get a supply of that wonderful drug. You can’t even buy it over the counter. It is within you so PLEASE let it all hang out right here at Mainstream. Anything goes but no profanity… okay, I will allow chit.